Essence of Shadow

@ Uootem

trysting place... in essence of shadow,
                                a darkness of form, of shape, of being
          alluring and beautiful, is love
                                              yet impossible to grasp again once lost...
                        for nothing feels the touch when shadows prevail.

in the brightest sunlight of reality
                shadows are their most mysterious, and clearest
                                                    distinctly flowing into puddles of poet's ink...
                                for he must again write of the love and the losing
              and nothing makes sense when shadows prevail.

for all time you have owned my night
                            my dreaming, overwhelmed with shadows
        as the shades of you blend
                                                into infinite wisps of distant mist, .... and of time
                          absorbing the light of my world
                                      in shrouded figures that haunt
                                                        as words flow unimpeded, and tears
                                            splashing through the pages spent.

but in the measure of sunrise color
                                        regret becomes the penumbra that persists
            that follows me into places that might have been:
                                                                    footstep by footstep,
                                              heartbeat by heartbeat
                                                                    moment by moment in the scheme of time
                    denied the daylight... shadows in pervasively fluid flow.

I have lashed out at the sun,
                            that reveals to me much more that my heart would know
            I possess feigned hope in the resentment for its rays,
                                            encompassing all it casts shadows upon
                            in an obscure capricious flow
                        stirring the light and darkness
                                                into a strange shadow dance.

your memory hagridden in the essence of shadow,
                      seducing me with each footstep into light of recollection
                                        with a languid liquid grace,
                shadows remain when daylight prevails
                                            faint reminders in the background.
        My lover seen dark spots on the sun... in clouds that obscure... in shadows.